When he pulled back, it was petty and everything, but Chronos couldn’t help but enjoy the look of shock on Mattis’s face, and then he glanced down and noted the deepening blush on Watson’s face.

  “Did you like that?” Chronos asked.

  Watson nodded silently.

  Cat got his tongue alright, and Chronos hadn’t even kissed him. He’d just traumatized his friend a little.

  “Don’t do that again,” Mattis said with a low growl.

  “Sure thing, whatever you say,” Chronos said. “Unless Watson wants me to.”

  Mattis glanced down at Watson, as though just now remembering the other male was beneath him.

  Watson shrugged helplessly. “Sorry, I thought it was… I thought you both looked really… good, you know?”

  “You thought that?” Mattis asked.

  “You don’t have to sound like that’s the most shocking thing you’ve ever heard in your life,” Chronos said. He happened to think he looked really good when kissing someone. Even if that someone was a stoic little shit like Mattis.

  Watson nodded, and there was a hint of color blooming in Mattis’s cheeks at the revelation.

  “Oh.”

  Chronos almost laughed. The other man seriously thought their own mate wouldn’t find it hot to see them kissing in front of him.

  Also, the fact that he was blushing at all was hilarious as all hell. Chronos was never going to stop throwing that in the man’s face for as long as he lived.

  “Let’s give him another little show.” Chronos put his hand behind Mattis’s head, and it was almost cute watching as the other warrior seemed to get bashful all of a sudden, but he still allowed himself to be pulled forward, letting Chronos kiss him, his tongue tracing against the crease of his lips.

  Chronos made sure Watson could see it when he slipped his tongue between Mattis’s lips. He also loved the sound of the other man’s moan more than he thought he would, and then there was the groan Watson let out beneath them.

  That was the only reason why he didn’t tease and torment Mattis more than he knew he could get away with.

  They were here to take care of their mate, not each other.

  “You want to try that?” Chronos asked.

  Watson nodded. “Yeah, kiss me, too.”

  Chronos did, and as he kissed his new mate, he couldn’t help but think there was something erotic to this. That he would taste a little like Mattis as he kissed Watson, letting his mate take in a little of both of them.

  Watson moaned, pushing his fingers through Chronos’s hair, gripping tight enough that it hurt, but it was a good kind of pain, the sort that let him focus a little more on what he was doing, that pushed his orgasm further to the back of his mind, preventing him from coming too soon.

  Mattis already had Watson’s knees pushed forward, exposing his hole. All Mattis had to do was reach his still wet fingers down to Watson’s pucker, let his fingertips slide around the ring of muscle, and…

  Watson groaned hard. The scent of his pleasure rushed through the air, and Chronos even felt a little of it on himself as the man came with a tense moan.

  Chronos pulled back, but it took Watson a second before he remembered that he had to let go of Chronos’s hair. He couldn’t help but smile down at the other man, watching him as he rode out his pleasure.

  Mattis groaned just as deeply, as though he were also being given a gift of sorts by watching it.

  “Fuck, you have no idea how good you look right now,” he said, and then did something Chronos hadn’t expected. He leaned in and let his tongue trace across some of the cum that had landed on Watson’s chest and stomach.

  He didn’t exactly lap it all up, but he was clearly enjoying himself when he pulled back. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “That’s what I needed.”

  “I don’t think he’s done yet,” Chronos said, noting Watson’s prick, how it still looked dark and heavy. He could have been one of those males who stayed hard for a while after coming, but considering their present circumstance with the mating heat, Chronos didn’t think that was the issue here.

  He touched Watson’s cock, barely giving any sort of pressure at all as he stroked it, and he loved the way the man moaned for him.

  Helplessly.

  “Have you ever had two males inside you at the same time before?”

  Still puffing for breath, Watson shook his head. “No.”

  “Do you want to try it now?” Mattis asked.

  Watson seemed to think about it, and Chronos could see the hint of fear in his eyes. “Will that hurt?”

  Chronos and Mattis looked at each other. Even though they didn’t want to share, there was already enough going on between them that they could tell when this would be a bad idea or not.

  “Maybe we’ll work you up to that at another time,” Chronos said. “For now, let’s just enjoy this.”

  “What are we going to do?”

  Based on his questions and the sound of his voice, Chronos was getting the feeling this was more about his shyness in bed than anything else. Never mind having two dicks inside him at the same time, Chronos didn’t think he’d ever had two men at the same time in any capacity.

  Much as he wanted to put Watson on his hands and knees and fuck into him hard and fast while Watson stretched his mouth around Mattis’s cock, he could already tell that wasn’t going to be something they could do.

  Not yet, but maybe soon.

  For now, they were going to have to show Watson that this was about him, that his pleasure was most important before they worked their way up. Which meant he was going to have to eat a little of his pride and give Mattis the driver’s seat.

  “We’re going to stand up, off the bed.”

  Mattis raised a brow at him. “We are?”

  Chronos nodded, pulling both men with him. They came with little fuss. Watson seemed confused, and Mattis looked as though he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  “Mattis, you’re going to stand behind him. I want to know you’re burying your cock deep in his ass and making him moan for us, got it?”

  Again, Mattis looked confused. He definitely wasn’t expecting a command like that. “Uh, yeah, I got it.”

  Chronos slid his hands across Watson’s naked shoulders. No scarring. He was definitely no warrior, probably didn’t even go out hunting too much. If at all.

  “As for you, you’re going to lean back into him and enjoy it, while I’m on my knees making sure you’re going wild, understand?”

  Watson’s nostrils flared. It was very clear from the look of him when he nodded that he did get it. “I understand.”

  “Good. No time like the present.” Chronos was done wasting time. He fell to his knees, and though Watson was a little shorter than he was, it was actually a nice height for what he wanted to do.

  Taking Watson’s dick in hand, Chronos slid his entire mouth around the head, listening with his own kind of pleasure as Watson shivered and sighed, his hands grasping onto Chronos’s shoulders, as though he needed something to hang onto, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to keep his balance.

  “Christ, you’re starting right now, all right,” Mattis said.

  Chronos sank his mouth down deeper around the base of Watson’s cock, determined to prove to the other man how deep he could really go with this. He wanted to impress the man. He wanted to show what a good lover he was so Watson would never want to leave.

  Mattis got the bottle of lube, and from the corner of his eye, Chronos watched as he slicked his cock before pushing his fingers inside Watson’s hole.

  Only then did the man really let out a moan of pleasure.

  “Oh God, that’s… that’s it… oh fuck, please,” he begged. He had the nicest begging voice in the world. Chronos was going to have to remember that his mate went a little wild and got wobbly knees when Mattis’s fingers were in his ass and Chronos’s tongue slid around his cock.

  Remembering his manners, and his training, Chronos took Watson’s testicles in hand. He massaged them, making sure the other man stayed on the edge of that pleasure. He was in the middle of a mating heat, but with an orgasm already behind him, they would have a little while longer before he was overcome and burst once more.

  Mattis wrapped an arm around Watson’s chest, kissing his neck and shoulders, and Chronos felt it when the other man thrust his cock inside.

  Watson pushed forward. He tried to stop himself, but he had to go with Mattis’s momentum, it seemed. Chronos didn’t mind. Not even when he felt the tip of Watson’s cock at the back of his throat.

  He could take it. He wanted it.

  Tightening his lips and holding onto Watson’s waist, Chronos glanced up, catching Mattis’s eye.

  They were going to show their new mate what real pleasure was like, and make sure he never so much as thought about anyone else, not even that fake fiancé he had.

  They got to work.

  Chapter Six

  He was shockingly tight. He’d either not had a lover before, or he hadn’t had one recently.

  Either way, Mattis enjoyed this immensely.

  It turned out the one way he was all right with sharing his new mate with another male was when he got to be the first one inside him, with Chronos on his knees, mouth around Watson’s cock, giving the man the right kind of pleasure while Mattis took care of him from behind.

  It was perfect. It made for just the right amount of pleasure for the both of them.

  Mattis got the pleasure of seeing Chronos on his knees while he fucked into Mattis. Not that it looked as though Chronos had given anything up to get what he had. The man closed his eyes, tightened his cheeks, and bobbed his head back and forth as though he were the one getting off with this.

  Maybe he was, and it made Mattis a little jealous all over again because he wanted a taste. He wanted to know what it would be like to have Watson’s cock in his mouth. Wanted to know if the man’s prick would throb on his tongue, how the man moaned when Mattis pulled his pleasure from him.

  He pressed his mouth to Watson’s neck and throat, licking his skin, tasting him.

  “I can’t wait until I’m in his position. You have no idea how jealous I am, watching him do that to you.”

  Watson moaned and shivered. He leaned back against Mattis to the point where Mattis basically had to hold him up to keep the guy from melting down at his feet.

  “Too much?” Mattis asked, thrusting into him just a little harder.

  Watson panted for breath. He clenched his eyes shut, then shook his head.

  “No?”

  “No,” Watson said, pushing his fingers back through Chronos’s white-blond hair. “Keep doing that.”

  He began thrusting his cock forward and back with some intensity into Chronos’s mouth.

  Mattis only had to look down to see that was exactly what Chronos loved. The man moaned around his mouthful, holding position so he was taking Watson to the hilt.

  He fucked into him a little harder. He loved watching Watson’s hips move in time with his thrusting, adored watching the way Watson’s cock pushed back and forth between Chronos’s swollen lips. Too much. It was too good seeing something like that. He couldn’t even believe that it was the sight of Chronos’s mouth that was bringing him closer to his orgasm and not the feel of Watson’s body clenching tightly around his cock.

  Watson moaned beautifully—he was perfect, he did everything right that Mattis liked in a lover without even trying, and a few things Mattis didn’t know he even cared for.

  And the guy was basically just standing there and taking it.

  Yet it was a male who was not his mate who brought him closer and closer to that sweet release he needed so badly.

  Mattis fucked harder into the man, making Watson thrust deeper into Chronos’s mouth.

  Chronos moaned and closed his eyes, and that was all it took.

  “Oh fuck, ah God,” Mattis moaned. He desperately tried to hold it back, not wanting to give in, wanting this to last, to at least make Watson come one more time before he came to his pleasure. Of course that wasn’t going to be the way that worked. Not when it was exactly what Mattis needed.

  He bit down hard onto Watson’s shoulder. He didn’t mean to. He couldn’t help it, and Mattis barely managed to stop himself from breaking the skin with his fangs when they came out.

  Watson moaned, and his hole clenched tightly around Mattis cock.

  Oh fuck! That kind of hurt, but then he knew what happened as Watson jerked and spammed. Chronos did well drinking down every drop.

  Once again, that petty feeling of jealousy came over him. He wanted that. He wanted to taste again. But the feeling went away quickly, and he didn’t mind as he swayed there with Watson in his arms.

  Watson was practically asleep on his feet. If Mattis let him go, he was going to sink down to the floor, and Mattis was barely keeping either of them upright as it was.

  Chronos pulled his mouth back, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, and Mattis had to glare at him. The stupid bastard was somehow managing to make himself look all sexy without even trying.

  Chronos looked at Mattis, then Watson, right before he leaned in and kissed Watson, pushing his tongue deep into Watson’s mouth.

  Mattis watched, fascinated by this. The warmth in his balls and lower belly was still very much there, a reminder of what they had just done. But wait, Chronos hadn’t had his orgasm yet, had he?

  A glance down was all the answer he needed, and even though Mattis did want Watson all to himself, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that Chronos hadn’t reached his peak yet.

  “Look at me.”

  Mattis looked up. Too late to pull back, Chronos used the element of surprise on him, like the total asshole that he was, and kissed him on the mouth, pushing his tongue deep before Mattis had the chance to think about it. He didn’t pull back, and though he was annoyed with the guy, he also found himself kind of liking it. He had wanted a taste of Watson, and now he had to admit, he was definitely getting it, so he might as well not make any complaints.

  Watson, meanwhile, was sandwiched nicely between them, touching Chronos’s chest, sliding his hands up and to the back of his neck before reaching back and touching Mattis’s cheek.

  He was exploring. That was adorable. Mattis was more than ready to let the male touch and explore every inch of him if that was what he wanted.

  When Watson touched him and Chronos together like this, kissing Chronos didn’t seem so bad. Was it because Watson was involved? It was difficult to tell, but he just knew he liked it, so there was no point in fighting it.

  Chronos pulled back, the look in his stupid eyes a little too pleased and satisfied with himself.

  “Good for you, too?”

  Mattis glared at the man. “Yes, thank you for asking.” He was going to get back at him for this. He had no idea when he was going to do it or what was going to happen, but it was going to happen.

  Chronos chuckled. He looked down at Watson, that satisfaction still there.

  When Watson lifted his arms, winding them around Chronos’s neck and shoulders, Mattis had no choice but to let the man go. He was caught up in something that he couldn’t explain in that moment, something he had to see.

  Watson didn’t exactly fall against Chronos’s chest, but he did lean heavily against him, kissing him again, full on the mouth.

  Mattis was cold without his mate in his arms, but he couldn’t stop watching this, either, watching as Chronos guided his mate over to Mattis’s bed and settled him down, pushing his thighs apart and settling between them.

  He watched as Chronos kissed him, moaned, and thrust his cock against Watson’s, dry humping him slowly, though Mattis didn’t think the word dry applied anywhere in this situation.

  His own cock twitched at the sight. He felt himself getting ready to fuck once more, the need building up within him, a desperate sensation he couldn't’t ignore.

  He touched himself, watching as Chronos got off to their mate on his bed. Chronos came with a soft groan, the scent of his musk in the air making Mattis groan under his breath.

  He stumbled his ass into the nearest chair he could get to without actually taking his eyes off the show on his bed, flopped down, and finished himself off with curled toes and clenched teeth. His orgasm this time was gentler, but that didn’t mean he didn’t make his forearm ache with how fast he pumped his cock.

  God, that was good. Holy shit, he just came twice within the last three minutes.

  That had to be some kind of record for him.

  There was only the sound of heavy breathing afterward. The air was warm, the smell of their lust still in the air. Even though Mattis was sitting by himself, he had to admit, it felt kind of perfect. He… enjoyed this.

  He glanced over to where Chronos and Watson were. Chronos flopped off the other man, landing on his side and pulling Watson close. Watson put his head on Chronos’s chest, snuggling him.

  Mattis’s heart clenched up at the sight of that. He tensed, as though getting ready to get up and go join them, but something stopped him.

  As though there was an invisible wall there.

  Before he could just decide to walk on over anyway, Chronos looked up at him and smiled. “You gonna come on over here, or do I have to go over there and twist your arm?”

  Mattis tensed again, but this time with an embarrassment he couldn’t hide. He growled, getting to his feet. “I was going over there. It’s my room.”

  “Uh huh.”

  Watson looked up at him, his hair messed up from the sex even though he was the one who had been gripping at Chronos’s hair. “Are you mad at me?”

  Mattis stopped short with his knee on the mattress. “What? No, why would I be mad at you?”

  Watson looked up at Chronos, then back at Mattis. He ducked his head, suddenly avoiding eye contact. “I just… you both seemed like you were fighting over me for a little.”

 

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